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Excerpts Full Speed to a Crash Landing Behind the Art of Full Speed to a Crash Landing by Beth Revis Check out an illustration plus the first chapter from Revis’ sexy new space heist! By Beth Revis | Published on September 19, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an illustrated scene from Full Speed to a Crash Landing, plus commentary from author Beth Revis and a preview of the first chapter! A high octane sexy space heist, Full Speed to a Crash Landing is the first novella in a new trilogy, available now from DAW. Ada Lamarr may have gotten to the spaceship wreck first, but looter’s rights won’t get her far when she’s got a hole in the side of her ship and her spacesuit is almost out of air. Fortunately for her, help arrives in the form of a government salvage crew—and while they reluctantly rescue her from certain death, they are not pleased to have an unexpected passenger along on their classified mission.But Ada doesn’t care—all that matters to her is enjoying their fine food and sweet, sweet oxygen—until Rian White, the government agent in charge, starts to suspect that there’s more to Ada than meets the eye. He’s not wrong—but he’s so pretty that Ada is perfectly happy to keep him paying attention to her—at least until she can complete the job she was sent to pull off. But as quick as Ada is, Rian might be quicker—and she may not be entirely sure who’s manipulating who until it’s too late…A phenomenally fun novella that kicks off a trilogy of sexy space heists and romantic tension,  Full Speed to a Crash Landing is packed with great characters and full of twists and turns that will keep you guessing until the end. Full Speed to a Crash Landing is a book of joy for me—I put in all the tropes, ideas, and scenes that I love and didn’t hold back anything. One of the elements I wanted to include was a scene that I’ve loved since Doctor Who‘s Ten and Rose days–when the Doctor and Rose each have their hands pressed on opposite sides of a wall, so close and yet so far away. Toward the end of Full Speed, I found a way to sneak a subtle homage to that scene. It’s not got the same context at all (don’t worry, this book isn’t a tragedy like that episode of Who was!), but the image is there, for a flash, on the page. When it came time to illustrate a scene for the book, I contacted Marina Charalambides and sent her a clip of the Who episode. She took the concept and ran with it, adding a spin to the idea to make it look almost as if they’re dancing, and it ended up beautifully! Illustration by Marina Charalambides Chapter 1 So. I’m not in an ideal situation right now. I’ve got ten percent of air left in this portable tank. Ship’s been decompressed, which . . . not great. Have to rely on   the tank. Okay. Okay. I’ve got maybe an hour of air left. But I also know for a fact that there’s another ship here. It’s the competition, sure, but my radar shows they’re in range, and surely a fellow scavenge ship wouldn’t be so ruthless to ignore a distress call? “Come on, come on,” I mutter, staring at the slowly blinking communication light. I sent out the signal back when I still had half a day of air left. This nearby ship, I can tell on the radar, it’s big, so there’s got to be a whole opera- tion going on, crew and everything. It’s not a little rig like what I have. So, even if I’m the competition to them, I wouldn’t be much of a one. Plus, my ship has a hole on one side. A big one. The air gauge ticks down to nine percent. The comm light blinks. Eight. Blink. Blink. Seven. “You have got to answer this comm signal!” I scream at it, deeply aware that takes extra air. I’d like to punch some- thing, but gravity’s out on the ship too, which means if I hit the console, I’d just fly backward in the opposite direction. Ricocheting around my own ship doesn’t seem like a good use of my limited time. Blink. Blink. The other ship is not that far away. It’s been well within range for the past hour. What are they all doing, just laugh- ing at a distress signal and rubbing their hands with the knowledge that my ship, though damaged, is another one to loot? They’re not going to let me die, right? . . . Right? Blink. And then— “Hello?” It’s staticky and dim, but it’s an answer. “Hello, yes?” I say. The ship’s signal’s already routed to my earpiece. “Took you long enough to answer!” “You’re not authorized to be in this sector,” a different voice says, one that rings with authority and contempt. “Neither are you!” I take a deep breath, then silently curse as the gauge ticks down another percent. “If you’re going to get nitpicky about laws, you ignored a live distress signal for hours.” I can hear them start to answer, but I plow on. “And now I’m down to six percent in my air tank.” “What?” The first voice again, sounding a little confused. Male, I think. “This is a real distress call?” “It is for the next thirty minutes or so, because after that, it’ll just be body removal,” I snap. “My ship had a breach. I’m in a suit, breathing what’s left of the only tank I’ve got.” “What are you even doing out here?” “Can I answer that when I have more than half an hour left to breathe?” I say, eyes wide at the shock of how dim this other crew is. “We’ve got a lock on your signal. You really only got half an hour?” “Mm-hm.” I’m too tense to put it into words, but I try  to get the full gravity of the situation in that grunt. “We’ll be cutting it close.” Great. Great. “I’ll try to hold my breath, then,” I say. Because what the fuck else can I say? I can’t exactly refill an oxygen tank in a breached ship. Whoever answered my call sends me a locator signal. My radar picked them up in this sector, but they’ve got some basic anti-detection shields up, so I didn’t have an exact location. They really aren’t far, but are they near enough? I check my tank again. I don’t like this. I don’t like cutting it this close. But I can’t risk doing this any other way. I stare out the hull window. The planet below curves into view. I’ve been in orbit for about a week. First to the scavenge site. Not an easy haul. When I picked up the other ship approaching, I knew I couldn’t compete with them, even if I’d only finished half the job. A breach in my cargo hold followed by explosive de- compression and total life support failure hadn’t exactly been in the original plan. But what’s a girl to do? I know how to improvise. The air tank gauge flashes red before my locator shows the larger ship moving closer to me. I’m at two percent by the time they’re in sight, and I’m taking shallow sips of air, keeping still, trying my best to convince my body that oxygen’s optional. I was right. Not about oxygen; things are going to get real dicey soon on that front. I was right about the other ship. It’s a big one. Maybe even government-issue. It’s not a looter, that’s for sure; it’s far too sleek and new. I bet every part of that ship is original, not held together by cheap welds and luck like my little Glory. Another voice clicks onto my comm. “D-class, our scans show your breach.” “Did you think I was lying?” I mutter. “Do you have a port for our cofferdam?” “Yeah, that’s part of the problem,” I say. The breach broke the airlock system. Again, plans awry, improvisation, the usual. “How are you going to—” I do not have time to mince words. “Get as close as you can,” I say. I’d had my foot latched to a hold bar, but I let go and twist around, already heading aft, using the bars to propel myself through the micrograv as I float down the corridor. I go through the bulkhead door, the heavy metal seals wide open to allow me passage. Straight to the ripped-out hole blown in one side of my ship. “If you pull up starboard and open up an airlock transfer, I should be able to get to  you without a cofferdam.” “Without a . . . D-class, how are going to—” “I have a name,” I say. “Ada Lamarr, nice to meet you, thank you for saving my life.” I’m already at the hole in the side of my ship, careful to avoid the sharp edges of metal that could compromise my suit. I stare out at the massive A-class vessel sidling up alongside my little bird. Dozens of positioning thrusters blow out, edging the leviathan a little closer to me. I scan the side of the ship. Various portholes, a few cargo loader arms, a large shuttle bay—there. An escape airlock hatch for emergency use. “D-class—Lamarr, exactly how do you intend to reach the Halifax?” Halifax. Old name. Classic. Maybe not government- issue. “I’m at one percent,” I mention as if it weren’t my life with minutes to spare. “Can you maybe just trust me on this and open up a door?” I hold my breath—ironically—and count a few more seconds down. Midship, the airlock door on the side of the Halifax pops open. “Thanks,” I say. “See you in a bit.” I check my suit and fling myself into the void. An object in motion stays in motion, that’s what New- ton said, and the proof of it’s here in space. As I kick off the side of my ship, past the jagged metal edges of the hole, I would keep going forever through the black at this exact same speed and direction if I didn’t hit something. I mean, I’m hoping I hit the Halifax, which is absolutely my intent, but if that fails, I’ll either get sucked into the gravity of the planet below us—unlikely, given my weight compared to  the planet—or I’ll, you know, float in the empty black void of space until I die. Which, according to my air gauge, is any second now. I’m missing my target. The Halifax is coming at me a little quicker than I’d thought. Turns out flying  through space without a tether can fuck up your concept of relative locations. Also, while it looks pretty certain I’m going to hit the side of this other ship, I’m not at the best angle to hit the open airlock, which is what I need in order to actually board the ship. My O2 tank may be almost empty, but my propulsion tank is aces. I ignite the jetpack, which does speed me up but at least also speeds me up in the right direction. That little door open on the side of the Halifax is calling my name, and even when I reverse the thrusters, I still come in hot enough to slam into the interior door. I would’ve bounced right off it, but I have the wherewithal to grab on to the latch and  hold as the outer door seals shut behind me. I get a blur of faces at the porthole, a flurry of movement behind the interior wall. This is a classic hyperbaric chamber airlock—a tiny room with one door that opens to the outside, one door that opens to the inside. The inside door won’t open until the chamber is repressurized and air’s pumped back in. Even as the outer door seals shut, I’m still floating. There’s no gravity, no pressure, no air. Which is a damn shame because there’s also no oxygen left in my tank. I suck at nothing, my lungs left wanting. I get up to the porthole window, and through the heavy carbonglass and the thick protection of my helmet, it’s hard to see too clearly who’s on the other side. I bang on the window with a gloved fist, but I know it’s pointless. They can’t hurry up a hyperbaric chamber. It’s a failsafe to prevent someone from getting the bends and gravity sickness with the artificial grav generator, but at this point, I’d trade that for some air. Black dots dance behind my eyes. Glory’s chamber can take up to five minutes to normalize, but she’s an older model. I can probably hold my breath two minutes? My feet hit the floor, then my knees. Gravity’s back on. I can barely think; my body keeps trying to breathe air that’s not there. My panicked heartbeat in my ears doesn’t distract me from the emptiness of my lungs, a sensation I’ve never had before. Screw decompression sickness—I rip my helmet off. Bent over, my body makes a gagging-gasping noise. The air is too thin. But there is air, I think, registering that I can actually hear that dying-choking sound streaming out of my raw throat—no sound waves without air. My arms give out, and I fall fully on the floor, face against the metal. My body bucks, my shoulders spasming as I gasp at air too thin to fully inflate my lungs. My vision goes red. The last thing I think before it all goes black is: Fuck. Excerpted from Full Speed to a Crash Landing, copyright © 2024 by Beth Revis Buy the Book Full Speed to a Crash Landing Beth Revis Chaotic Orbits Book 1 Buy Book Full Speed to a Crash Landing Beth Revis Chaotic Orbits Book 1 Chaotic Orbits Book 1 Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget The post Behind the Art of <i>Full Speed to a Crash Landing</i> by Beth Revis appeared first on Reactor.

Books Five Books About 5 Excellent Middle Books in SFF Trilogies “Middle” books have a bad reputation, but these five examples might change your mind… By Chloe Gong | Published on September 19, 2024 Photo by Aliis Sinisalu [via Unsplash] Comment 0 Share New Share Photo by Aliis Sinisalu [via Unsplash] Middle books of trilogies have somewhat picked up a reputation for being the textual equivalent of filler episodes, which I find unfair because some of my favorite books are trilogy middles. They’re too easily typecast as the path to get from opening to ending, from the introduction of the world to the grand finale. But middle books that are done well feel like such careful expansions, playing off of book one while also keeping a steady direction for book three. They’re not just an easy way to gallivant from one important installment to the other: they’re at once self-contained but also pivotal to the essence of the trilogy.  At times if I’m going back for a re-read, it’s the middle book that I will pick up. It’s less establishing work that is usually done in the first book, and also often less anxiety-inducing than a conclusion! (Which means middles tend to have my favorite character moments.) My upcoming release Vilest Things was written with all of this in mind—after the events of Immortal Longings, there is so much more of the world to see, but it is foremost the characters’ time to shine as they work through betrayals and angst… before their battle sides are chosen for book three’s grand finale. Here are five of my favorite trilogy middles, some of which are absolutely the best books of their respective series, in my opinion. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins We have to start with the classic, the reigning middle book that is the very epitome of skillful series expansion. In The Hunger Games, we’re introduced to the annual games, where the District tributes are selected to fight each other to the death. Catching Fire takes the initial concept to do the All-Stars run, while introducing more of Panem on the page and working through the consequences of the choices made in book one. It took me a few years after the books initially came out, on a second or third re-read, for me to really appreciate the structure of the ever-expanding “games” in every installment, where the stakes are steadily increasing until the third book—when the Capitol itself is the battle arena. The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake Another trilogy that does fantastic expansion, slowly widening the scope from what we initially saw for book one. The Atlas Six is a stunning opener, following six main characters seeking to join the Alexandrian Society with one main hurdle in their way: only five will make it. The beauty of the Atlas Trilogy is that it is about the descent of these characters, the push and pull between them, the ways they will lie to each other–and lie to themselves. I love The Atlas Paradox for how it keeps twisting and twisting because of the choices our main characters make—though the glamorous society and potential for unending power glimmers as a possibility in the horizon, it is less about whether or not our characters will acquire it and more about how this shapes them, changes them, corrupts them. The perfect questions to ask to lead into a book three conclusion. Chain of Iron by Cassandra Clare I’ve been a Shadowhunters groupie for almost a decade now and there’s always something specific I love about each new series. For the The Last Hours trilogy, it’s the sheer exhilaration that stems out of the drama steadily growing from book one to three. Following the prominent families of demon-battling warriors in Edwardian London, readers are left fearful of something erupting in chaos on every new page—and by fearful, I mean I love it. It takes a lot to genuinely convince me to change my mind about which side of a love triangle I’m on, and from Chain of Gold to Chain of Iron, I performed such a drastic 180 that it only speaks to how well book one sets up for book two to flourish with a life of its own. The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri There are some fantasy series where it feels like there are war drums playing in the distance, and they’re getting louder and louder with each book, and this is one of them. The Jasmine Throne was a masterclass in fantasy worldbuilding, following a princess and her maidservant seeking to depose a traitor ruler from his throne. In classic sequel fashion, The Oleander Sword expands outward to build on the world and add depth to what we already knew, but I’m most fascinated by witnessing the characters react to their new situations after the course of the first book. The best trilogies, after all, show us how its characters shift and adapt through the course of an expanding story. The Lotus Empire, book three, is out in November 2024 and unfortunately I can’t time travel quite yet to comment on how it all ends, but I am frantically excited for the explosive finale. The Dark Forest by Cixin Liu I really love a trilogy that plays with structure and how changing point-of-views can already brace us for aspects of the story going in. After the world-threatening, humanity-threatening, possibly-end-of-times (but maybe not for another few hundred years?!) events of The Three-Body Problem, its sequel The Dark Forest seeks to pick up where we left off and find a way for humanity to emerge victorious. The book is incredibly aware of the consequences that book one introduced, and smoothly paves the way to the time-skip of book three without losing the high-intensity stakes of its own. [end-mark] Buy the Book Vilest Things Chloe Gong Flesh & False Gods Book 2 Buy Book Vilest Things Chloe Gong Flesh & False Gods Book 2 Flesh & False Gods Book 2 Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget The post 5 Excellent Middle Books in SFF Trilogies appeared first on Reactor.

The president of the United States, often referred to as the “leader of the free world” and the “commander in chief,” seems not to be his own man. President Joe Biden, who ostensibly wields the awesome power of the Oval Office, yielded to a loud pressure campaign demanding that he step aside in the 11th hour of a presidential race that Donald Trump seemed destined to win. Jubilant fellow Democrats hailed Biden’s decision to step aside, but his move raises a far more ominous question: Who, exactly, is in control of the U.S. government? The answer may surprise you. It seems the answer may be former President Barack Obama. After all, Obama notoriously joked to late-night TV host Stephen Colbert that he wouldn’t mind having a “stand-in, a front man or front woman” in the White House, whom Obama could direct from afar using an “earpiece.” After all, pressure from Obama appears to have convinced Biden to drop out of the race. Yet if Obama is pulling the strings from afar, he seems to be doing so rather loosely. Biden’s White House has echoed Obama’s policies, employing bureaucrats who once staffed the Obama-Biden administration, but they seem to be following the current trends on the Left more than Obama’s own slick messaging. The real answer isn’t any one man but a vast network of left-wing nonprofits that work with administrative agencies to draft policy. Remember that fancy Constitution you learned about in school, with its nifty checks and balances to prevent the tyranny of the majority? Well, forget about all that. Today, the administrative state writes the rules we all must live by, in conjunction with woke pressure groups. It works like this. Congress passes a law such as the Clean Air Act, saying: “We need clean air. You, Environmental Protection Agency, you give us clean air.” The EPA then makes regulations, and if they’re too harsh, Congress theoretically can defund the EPA, but it usually doesn’t. When making those regulations, the EPA will consult with a climate alarmist pressure group such as the Natural Resources Defense Council. Gina McCarthy, who headed the EPA under Obama, became president of NRDC after Obama left office and before she became the Biden White House’s national climate adviser. Bureaucrats such as McCarthy come in and out of government, often finding a home in the woke pressure groups that influence federal policy. Sometimes, these pressure groups actually write official memos for federal agencies. In 2009, a federal investigation into the Bureau of Land Management found that the agency was consulting with staff at the National Wildlife Federation, a climate group. The federation’s staff were writing and editing official bureau materials to promote the organization’s own policies. The federal government often relies on such pressure groups for policy ideas, and these pressure groups in turn rely on a vast, left-wing funding network that often employs what many on the Left demonize as “dark money.” Many conservatives are familiar with George Soros, the Hungarian-American billionaire philanthropist whose Open Society Foundations directs money to all sorts of left-wing causes, most notably the “reform prosecutor” movement that imposes lenient sentences on criminals. Yet Open Society is just one among many. Eric Kessler’s for-profit firm Arabella Advisors set up multiple nonprofits—most notably Sixteen Thirty Fund and New Venture Fund—that direct millions to left-wing pressure groups, cloaking which donors are giving to which causes. Big labor unions such as the AFL-CIO, AFSCME, and SEIU direct hundreds of thousands of dollars through these Arabella network nonprofits, as do teachers unions such as the American Federation of Teachers and the National Education Association. These unions take workers’ hard-earned money and funnel it into activist groups that influence federal policy. The end result is a behemoth, a monster I refer to as the Woketopus. It’s the subject of my forthcoming book “The Woketopus: The Dark Money Cabal Manipulating the Federal Government.” This Woketopus shoves its policy agenda into the administrative state on wide-ranging issues from immigration to labor policy, to LGBTQ+ activism, to “green” initiatives, and even to weaponizing federal law enforcement against its ideological and political opponents.   This Woketopus relies on Biden—and Vice President Kamala Harris—to enable its agenda, but it often works around these figureheads. In some cases, as on the issue of U.S. policy toward Israel after the Hamas terrorist attacks of Oct. 7, it actively seeks to undermine the current president, becoming a “deep state” even against its preferred candidate. So, who’s really in control of the U.S. government? A far-left network of donors, activist groups, and bureaucrats who use the government as a revolving door, going back and forth between woke nonprofits and the administrative state. It may sound far-fetched, but my new book has the receipts. This Woketopus will be fine if Harris replaces Biden, but all bets are off if something else happens. That’s why the switcheroo took place, and why Biden is less in control than he appears. The post President Biden’s Incredible Vanishing Act Reveals Who’s Really in Charge of the Government appeared first on The Daily Signal.

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A 2007 clip of Kamala Harris threatening to storm the homes of law-abiding Americans for surprise gun inspections resurfaced this week, renewing concerns about what version of the vice president is now seeking her boss' job as well as about the fate of Second and Fourth Amendment rights should Harris get what she wants. The footage was taken at a San Francisco press conference where then-Mayor Gavin Newsom and then-San Francisco District Attorney Kamala Harris discussed anti-gun legislation on which they had collaborated. Harris suggested that the possibility that "some kid" might steal a legally acquired firearm justified the government in violating law-abiding owners' privacy and in running roughshod over their rights. "We're going to require responsible behaviors among everybody in the community," said Harris. "Just because you legally possess a gun in the sanctity of your locked home doesn't mean that we're not going to walk into that home and check to see if you're being responsible and safe in the way you conduct your affairs." 'If we don't resist this, we're done.' Harris made clear that she and Newsom were looking to "legislate our values" and "encourage certain types of behavior." Harris also cackled at the mention of the National Rifle Association's inevitable grievances, noting it would likely oppose the legislation, which Fox News Digital indicated she helped draft. The legislation Newsom ultimately ratified banned the possession or sale of firearms on city property; required residents to store their guns in locked containers or apply trigger locks; and required gun dealers to submit inventories to police every six months. Newsom noted it left the city with the "strictest anti-gun laws in the country." "Everybody has a right to self-defense," Alan Gottlieb, the founder of the Second Amendment Foundation, told the Fog City Journal at the time. "The mayor is basically denying people the right of self-defense." The footage of Harris threatening the "sanctity" of American's locked homes went viral this week. The Trump campaign called Harris "an anti-gun RADICAL." "Kamala Harris wants mass gun confiscation, and she's willing to weaponize the government to enter your home and seize your legally owned guns," tweeted the NRA. Tucker Carlson tweeted, "This is openly totalitarian. If we don't resist this, we're done." Rep. Eli Crane (R-Ariz.) wrote, "A reporter asked me two weeks ago in AZ why I kept referring to Harris as a totalitarian. This is just one more example." "Kamala Harris literally said they will be doing a gun confiscation. What’s it going to take for everyone to realize these people are straight up communists and they are coming for our guns, our free speech and all our constitutional rights," wrote X user Wall Street Apes. When asked about her ever-morphing political positions in an interview last month, Kamala Harris said that her "values have not changed." This response prompted critics to wonder whether she has been trying to pull one over on voters with her recent moderate act — whether she intends to Trojan-horse her California radicalism into the White House. Such a strategic deception would account for why Harris would all of a sudden feel comfortable claiming to be tough on the border despite previously calling the border wall a "stupid use of money" and overseeing the flood of tens of millions of illegal aliens into the country while border czar, or claiming to be a tough-on-crime "prosecutor" despite praising the "defund the police" movement, bailing out Black Lives Matter rioters, and supporting so-called "police reform." If her values have indeed not changed, then that would also mean that upon taking power, her newfound moderate outlook might be abrogated by her 2019 outlook — which entailed decriminalizing crack cocaine for personal use, cutting Immigration and Customs Enforcement funding, eliminating the Hyde Amendment, and making taxpayers fund sex changes for illegal aliens — as well as by her outlook in 2007. When discussing Harris' desire to confiscate Americans' firearms, President Donald Trump told Greg Gutfeld Wednesday, "One thing about a politician — they always revert back to where they were at the beginning because that is what their natural inclination is." Like Blaze News? Bypass the censors, sign up for our newsletters, and get stories like this direct to your inbox. Sign up here!

In a rather remarkable move, Rockstar has added BattlEye anti-cheat to GTA Online, more than a decade since it was first released, and it's had a major impact on GTA 5's Steam Deck compatibility. The hugely popular game is now classed as 'Unsupported' on Valve's handheld, a move that doesn't quite tell the whole story. We consider the Steam Deck to be the best handheld gaming PC, but its Linux-based SteamOS sometimes negatively impacts game compatibility. This has now happened with Grand Theft Auto 5, but there's more to this story than meets the eye, and Rockstar want people to know the game still works on the handheld, technically. Continue reading GTA 5 just became ‘Unsupported’ on Steam Deck MORE FROM PCGAMESN: GTA 5 RP servers, GTA 6 release date estimate, GTA 5 cheats

Grand Theft Auto 6 might be the most eagerly anticipated videogame in history. Yes, we’re keen for a new Elder Scrolls, the return of XCOM, and - dare we dream? - Half-Life 3, but with the return to Vice City confirmed by the first GTA 6 trailer and Rockstar turning its attention to the sequel now in earnest, despite all the memories, we’re ready to leave Grand Theft Auto 5 and Los Santos behind and depart for sunnier sandbox climes. In the meantime however, if you want another great open-world crime game, one that’s flown a little under the radar, then for just $2 you can get a great, retro-style GTA-like which also has a super-promising semi sequel in the works. It’s not Grand Theft Auto 6, but it scratches the itch for now. Continue reading If the GTA 6 launch wait is killing you, its retro cousin is just $2 MORE FROM PCGAMESN: Best crime games, Best sandbox games, GTA 6 release date